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I've decided to accompany my mother to Kiangan. It's not like I was forced, I was convinced. She gave this "this-is-your-chance-to-gratify-your-lola-for-supporting-your-education speech and made me come. I guess I do want to express my gratitude. I haven't seen my lola in a long while and I didn't want her to think that I'm an ingrate grandchild.

From most of my mom's stories, I gather that everyone's busy for the elections in the province. You see politics seems to run in our blood, and any volunteer help (in finance or labor) from relatives is highly welcome. I get the impression that once your feet step inside lola's house (the "headquarters" of our family politicians), you are immediately assigned to a specific classroom to act a pollwatcher. My mom tells me that I might be asked to babysit my cousins while everyone entertains the numerous guests that enter the main hall as if its a public reception. Woe to me. I hope my baby cousins have finally grown up or else I will really lose my sanity. More so, I think I will be the eldest in the "children" group so a lot of responsibility will be burdened to my shoulders. Curses. Thankfully, I'm still here in Sikatuna and we'll take a bus ride to Kiangan in about three hours. We'll go there, say hello, Mommy votes, I still say hello, then scram to the nearest ride home. It's a good thing that there are no available rooms left in the headquarters. That way, we'll have to stay at a lodge away from all the racket of pre-elections, and pesky cousins.

I think I'll be back by Wednesday. By the way, the internet here in Sikatuna is bloody fast...